I, the mortal, come from the great world of Xuanhuang

Chapter 72: Miss Fang Yu Caihuan can cultivate immortality without spiritual roots
Looking at the back of the Feng family man who left in despair, most of Dong Xuan'er's beautiful face and red glow also disappeared, and she breathed out a gentle thank you.

"Thank you, Senior Brother Fang. This Senior Brother Feng has always been entangled. Due to the relationship between the two families, it is difficult for my little sister to refuse directly."

"Junior Sister Xuan'er, you're welcome."

Hearing this, Fang Yu chuckled indifferently, but Dong Xuan'er's soft and plump arms at the waist were not presented. It had to be said that although Dong Xuan'er was not as beautiful as Nie Ying.

But the touch of the figure really makes people feel uneasy, but for Fang Yu, it is not very attractive, it just feels comfortable.

"Brother, who do you think will win?"

Suddenly, Nie Ying's eyebrows furrowed and her red lips opened slightly, interrupting the rather ambiguous atmosphere between the two.

It gave Fang Yu the feeling of re-experienced the Shura field in his previous life, but it was only for a moment.

After all, the two girls had no close relationship with him, so they were not considered Shura Fields.

"Ghost Spirit Sect monk."

Fang Yu thought for a moment, then glanced at the two people who were already fighting in the ring, and said.

Before he finished speaking, a look of dissatisfaction appeared on Yan Yu's face.

"Senior Brother Fang, it's too early to tell. This is my cousin. His Taoist skills are so profound that he can be ranked among the top ten in the martial arts hall. He will definitely be able to look good to the opponent."

As if to verify Yan Yu's words, on the stage, the foundation-building monk of Yanjiabao was holding a green-yellow paper fan with both hands, facing his opponent, and waving one fan after another with great difficulty.

With every swing of the fan, a thick purple mist will rush out from the fan and go straight to the green-robed weirdo. After these seven or eight fans come down, the purple mist has already been extremely thick and surrounded the opponent, making it impermeable to wind and rain, forming a A big purple ball!
The green-robed weirdo's whole body was hidden in a cloud of black air, ignoring the green mist.

However, what is surprising is that this fan is obviously a light thing, but every time it is swung, it feels like a heavy weight and requires a lot of effort.

At the same time, the black air and the green mist kept rolling and biting each other, as if both were alive.But no matter how you look at it, under the control of the Yan family, the green mist has gained the upper hand and has compressed the black air into smaller and smaller sizes.

"This Bone-Transforming Treasure Fan is a famous top-level magic weapon of our Yan family. The poisonous mist it exhales, as long as it touches a little, will definitely dissolve the skin and melt the flesh. The most powerful one is incomparable. However, my cousin has always been He thought this fan was too vicious and refused to use it easily. But now that he got serious about it, he used it immediately, which shows that he has also made up his mind and will not let the opponent escape unscathed!" Seeing this scene, Yan Yu's face was filled with emotion. With a look of pride, he introduced.

"Use poison to deal with people in the devil's path?"

Hearing this, Nie Yingdai frowned, vaguely feeling like she was trying to do whatever she wanted.

"What, is there a problem?"

Seeing this, Yan Yu raised her eyebrows and said doubtfully.

"The demonic monks are much better than other monks in terms of spells and magical powers such as poisons. Therefore, Senior Brother Fang is right, the Ghost Spirit Sect does have a better chance of winning."

Nie Ying didn't care how ugly Yan Yu's face was when she heard this, so she said it bluntly.

Sure enough, when Yan Yu heard this, his face suddenly turned gloomy, and he couldn't help but snort coldly.

"It's not certain who will win or lose, Senior Brother Fang, Senior Sister Nie said this too soon!"

Obviously, Yan Yu was extremely dissatisfied with what Fang Yu and Nie Ying said.

Unfortunately, as soon as those words were spoken, the situation in the arena changed.
The black air surrounded by green mist suddenly began to shrink and become sparse, and in the blink of an eye, the man in green robes hidden inside was revealed.

The several skulls around him opened and closed their mouths to suck in the black air around them, which was the culprit that caused their own black air to thin out.

The Yan family on the opposite side saw this, although they didn't know the other party's intentions, but since the other party self-destructed, of course he would not be polite, so he immediately pointed at the treasure fan in his hand, and the green mist immediately took advantage of the black air powerless to resist. , swarmed up!
"Boy, you just want to show off in front of me with just a little bit of poisonous mist. You really don't know what to do! You don't know that we are the ancestors who played with drugs!" The green-robed man said with a strange laugh .

As soon as these words came out, Yan Yu's face turned green and white. He wanted to say something, but he didn't know how to say it. He could only look at the ring angrily, hoping that his cousin would be able to speak out.

The reason why Fang Yu and Nie Ying said this was because along the way, Yan Yu was uneasy and kind to Nie Ying, and had a rather entangled attitude.

After all, compared to Dong Xuan'er, Nie Ying was much more reserved all the way, making Yan Yu seem to see an opportunity, and Yan Ling also helped. Unfortunately, Nie Ying didn't feel anything about Yan Yu, so she didn't pay much attention to her.

However, after experiencing this incident, Yan Yu must have no feelings for Nie Ying.

Not long after, as soon as the magic weapon in the hands of the Yan family's disciples was destroyed, the giant skull released by the Ghost Spirit Sect monks with fierce flames swelled up and whined a few times before flying directly over. It was in front of them in an instant, allowing this Startled, she hurriedly reached into the storage bag.

However, it was a little too late. The skulls opened their mouths at the same time, and several jet-black light beams spurted out at the same time, converging into a giant light beam, which actually penetrated a big hole in the Yan family's protective yellow wind.

After letting it "gudong", he passed out and fell from the air.

Seeing that the winner was decided, the Yan family disciples naturally would not let their own members fall to their heads and bleed. Immediately, someone flew out to catch Yan Yu's cousin, and then flew back.

"The profound technique of the Ghost Spirit Sect is really ingenious. Our Yan family lost four out of five games. Will the sixth match begin?"

At this time, an elder from the Yan family with an old face but sharp eyes came out and said coldly as he was called a member of the Ghost Spirit Sect.

"Forget it! For the remaining five games, it's not too late to wait until the disciples of the Yan Family's Hall of Life and Death arrive and then compete again. I've heard the name of the Yan Family's Blood Monk for a long time!"

The leader of the Ghost Spirit Sect on the opposite side also walked out of the crowd, a mysterious man with a silver grimace.His voice was gentle and rich, and he was a very young man.

After seeing the young man with a silver ghost face, Fang Yu narrowed his eyes slightly and thought about how many elixirs, spirit stones, and other things for cultivating immortality that Wang Chan, the young master of the Ghost Spirit Sect, could exchange for.

Wang Chan, the young master of the Ghost Spirit Sect who was intimidated by others, was just a treasure mountain in Fang Yu's eyes.

As for the Ghost Spirit Sect's alchemy monks who were responsible for protecting Wang Chan, Fang Yu didn't care much.Not to mention that the puppet he refined can withstand it, but he himself is also confident that he can defeat it or even kill it.

But the speed must be fast. After all, the opponent still has a magic weapon. Fang Yu has seen the power of this thing before.

"Okay! Since the young sect master really has such a good mood, our Yan family will of course accompany us to the end! Then let's stop today's competition for now!"

Just when Fang Yu was thinking about when to take action and capture Wang Chan, the young master of the Ghost Spirit Sect, the old man from Yanjiabao was shocked at first when he heard the latter's words, but then he agreed not to be outdone, then flicked his sleeves and turned back. .

Seeing this, Wang Chan, the young master of the Ghost Spirit Sect, didn't care. He chuckled, turned around gracefully, and then led the team away from the place.

"Brother Yan, I just said what happened casually. I hope Brother Yan can forgive me."

After Wang Chan, the young master of the Ghost Spirit Sect, disappeared, Fang Yu raised his hands to Yan Yu with a look of disbelief on his face.

"Senior Brother Fang was joking. I admire you for your keen eyesight. It's getting late. This is the information from the fort. Let's take a look at it first. I won't say more. Farewell."

Hearing this, Yan Yu smiled bitterly, took out a cyan jade slip from her storage bag and handed it to Han Li, who was silent at the side.

"Thank you."

Han Li took the jade slips and thanked them immediately. Then he reluctantly took out a few blank jade slips and burned the contents into them. Then he handed them to Nie Ying, Fang Yu and Dong Xuan'er who didn't want to deal with them.

"Senior Brother Fang, Senior Sister Nie Ying, and Junior Sister Dong, I plan to take a stroll, so I will leave first."

After the three of them took over the jade slips, Han Li also handed them over and left.

"Okay, junior brother, take care." Fang Yu took the jade slip and nodded.

"Well! Farewell."

Han Li nodded, then took the jade slip and separated from the three of them.

At this time, Fang Yu also let go of Dong Xuan'er's waist in time and said with a smile.

"It's getting late, let's find a place to rest first!"

After speaking, Fang Yu checked the jade slip with his spiritual consciousness.

"found it!"

……

Not long after, under the leadership of Fang Yu, the three of them came to an inn in the southeast corner of Yan Ling Fort. It was small and very inconspicuous, and it was obviously far behind the others.

"Senior Brother Fang, this place is so deserted, why did you choose this place?"

Dong Xuan'er looked around, her eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she said a little puzzled.

"Senior brother, are you worried about the Ghost Spirit Sect? Although this place is remote, the advantage is that if something happens, you can leave Yanjiabao as quickly as possible?"

On the side, after Nie Ying looked at the surrounding environment and location, she opened her mouth lightly and answered Dong Xuan'er's question softly.

"Ghost Spirit Gate? What could happen? Is it possible that we can invade the Yue Kingdom?"

Hearing this, Dong Xuan'er, who had similar thoughts in her heart, retorted.

"Maybe! You two junior sisters, please rest here! I still have something to do and need to leave for a while."

Fang Yu was not interested in the "war of words" between the two women, and instead spoke.

"Senior brother, be careful. My little sister always feels that the Ghost Spirit Sect's visit to Yanjiabao this time is not for the treasure hunting competition. There should be another purpose."

Hearing this, Nie Ying reminded him.

"Junior sister, why do you have such thoughts?"

Fang Yu was curious.

"To be honest with you, senior brother, my little sister practices the family's top-level skill "Ming Ling Jue" and has certain ability to predict possible dangers. However, this power of prediction depends entirely on luck. Previously, my little sister was there. A Ghost Spirit Sect man sensed danger."

Nie Ying explained via voice transmission.

"I see."

Fang Yu remembered that this kind of skill did exist in the mortal world, but he didn't expect that Nie Ying actually practiced it, which was really good luck.

However, this method has extremely strict requirements on physical fitness and qualifications, and it cannot be guaranteed to be absolutely correct.

Therefore, we still have to rely on God’s will.

Seeing the two people communicating through voice communication, Dong Xuan'er did not ask further questions. Instead, she hummed softly and stepped into the inn in front of her.

Seeing this, Fang Yu and Nie Ying briefly chatted for a few more words and then separated.

……

"Senior Brother, what level is your Kung Fu at? That guy, when he saw you coming to your door, he was like a mouse seeing a cat. He kept shouting at each senior and kept bowing! That guy looked so respectful. , it's like meeting your ancestors." On a certain street in Yanjiabao, Mo Caihuan completely restored the cheerful appearance in Han Li's mind, chattering non-stop on the remote road back, She still looks like a young woman in her 20s!
Seeing this, Han Li smiled slightly and said lightly: "It's nothing, it's just that I am one level higher than him. According to the rules of the immortal world, he should indeed call me senior."

As in the original plot, Han Li met Mo Caihuan and Yan Shi, and helped the mother and daughter solve a problem.

"Senior brother, is it really impossible to become a cultivator without spiritual roots? I also want to become a cultivator like you!" After the two chatted for a few words, Mo Caihuan suddenly changed the topic, and his voice was full of expectation. .

Hearing this, Han Li was speechless. After all, from ancient times to the present, those without spiritual roots cannot practice magic. This has been an unchanging truth in the world of immortality for hundreds of thousands of years. How could he be so capable of breaking it!
Seeing Han Li's expression like this, Mo Caihuan's fiery heart suddenly cooled down, knowing that this senior brother who has already mastered supernatural powers seemed to have nothing to do.

After that, the two of them were silent until they approached Yan's shop and the shop where Mo Caihuan and her daughter were not far away did Han Li say goodbye and gave Mo Caihuan the Dingyan Pill and some spiritual stones.

Then, his figure blurred for a moment and then disappeared on the spot.

"Senior brother!" Mo Caihuan cried out in shock, and hurriedly took a few steps forward, looking around, but where was Han Li?

In desperation, Mo Caihuan had no choice but to slowly walk towards the store with a gloomy expression, muttering in his mouth.

"Is it really impossible to practice without spiritual roots?"

"That's not true?"

Suddenly, as Mo Caihuan stepped into the store, a voice rang in her ears.

Hearing the sound, Mo Caihuan froze on the spot, just as he was about to go out to find the person who spoke.

"boom!"

Suddenly, something seemed to be stepped on under his feet, which made Mo Caihuan stop, and then he carefully picked it up.

It was a book and a small cloth bag the size of a palm. When the bag was opened, there was a jade vase carved from warm jade and a letter.

Seeing this, Mo Caihuan bit her red lips lightly, her jade face was full of hesitation, and her beautiful eyes were flickering.

"Master Immortal, are you still there?"

Mo Caihuan knew that this was not left to her by Han Li, but could only be from another immortal cultivator.

Unfortunately, no one responded!
After a long time, Mo Caihuan gritted his teeth and opened the envelope. After reading the contents of the envelope, Mo Caihuan's face changed drastically. He froze in place for a long time. After regaining consciousness, he put it on the candlelight and burned it as quickly as possible. Almost exhausted.

……

At the same time, a figure quietly left the store secretly.

Perhaps for the wish of his previous life, Fang Yu gave Mo Caihuan and three Foundation Establishment Pills to Yu Huamen and the Fang family, which were the most suitable for women to practice martial arts.

As for whether he can succeed in cultivation, it all depends on Mo Caihuan's luck.

And he also wanted to know, in this mortal world, is it really impossible to cultivate immortality without spiritual roots?

(End of this chapter)